Sonnet From The Nineteenth of Christmas

A Free Verse Sonnet

You're Crooked

You are

- - 1, 2, 3

your crooked smile makes me

melt like an ice pole in mid July

Sunshine. Or a 

Twister

2, 3,

omniscient?

You know,

all knowing.

You know what I

want and

You're beautiful, too.

3, 4, 5, 6 [fine]

7, 8, 9 [ok, 'nine']